What we don't notice most of the time are the feelings we associate with a particular song. When you hear the song which you heard on a vacation with your friends, you always feel happy no matter what. Being a grad student far away from home, songs about home and parents suddenly acquire new meaning. I especially felt this with a couple of songs -
Luka Chuppi - Rang De Basanti
A translation - for the fellow hindi clueless
Luka Chuppi bahut huyi saamne aa ja naa
Enough of hide and seek, come before me.
Kahan kahan dhoondha tujhe
I searched for you everywhere.
Thak gayi hai ab teri maa
Your mother is now tired.
Aaja saanjh hui mujhe teri fikar
Its evening and I'm worried about you
Dhundhla gayi dekh meri nazar aa ja na
Hazy is what my sight is, come to me
Yahaan sab kuch hai maa phir bhi
All that I want is here maa... but still...
Lage bin tere mujhko akela
Loneliness is what I feel here without you.
Read the full translation here.
Listen to Luka Chuppi -
When I listened to this song I was reminded of a conversation a few days back when I was asserting to an incredulous friend of mine about how I have never had crushes/LIKED anyone all my life (yeah, its true). I felt sad about this for the first time when I heard this song. Then again, living half the world away from home with the restriction of Indian girls only (slowly broadening from South Indian. Maybe, this too, shall pass ;)) means that it has to be one among probably 5 girls in this building (Grad school isn't exactly a social experience).
And having dismissed this scary thought as soon as it appeared, the only option left is the dreaded LD (long distance) - the single biggest scourge of the bank balance of grad students. Somehow, even after watching the girls here have whispered phone conversations for hours (yeah they are already taken. I like to think that I dismissed the thought.) this doesn't appeal to me. One more messenger window. One more smile for Reliance. Like I need this when I'm already in the middle of missing my parents.
And two lines enough to make Wordsworth turn in his grave -
Of what use is another tug at your heart
When what you miss most is the hug?
So I'm back to playing the two songs which will always carry these thoughts along for me.